The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains
It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses, I never know the reason
It needs to halt, wait, stop before the creases
Rip, tear, show too much wear. It is like treason
But regardless it is not speed, or an aphrodisiac
And it is not a drug for an insomniac
It is not a synthetic made craft like ketamine or crack
It is pure rage. It is natural born. It is my Amphetamine, in fact.
April 9th, 2019
Copyright © Jeffrey Howey | Year Posted 2019
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